Xia Yuanfang usually considered nutrition more when she cooked.
When it came to flavor, she did not pursue it as much as Xia Chujian did. She preferred to emphasize the original taste.
Xia Chujian, however, preferred to make it "original deliciousness."
Something with an original taste was not necessarily good, but something delicious was definitely good.
Since humanity had developed from eating raw meat and drinking blood into a food culture of hot pots and stoves, there was naturally its own underlying logic behind it.
That was the meaning of evolution: developing in a better direction.
If it developed in a worse direction, that was degeneration.
Xia Chujian peeled a huge Golden Fruit, juiced it, and came over carrying a tall glass. She sat across from Huo Yushen and watched with a smile as he cleaned every last bit of food from his plate.
"Was it good?"
"The best steak I've ever eaten."
"Good taste!"
"Can you make steak like this again tonight?"
"No."
"Why not?"
"Because things are precious when they're scarce. You can't eat too much delicious food all at once, or you'll get sick of it."
Xia Chujian took a sip of Golden Fruit Juice and smilingly refused Huo Yushen's request.
What a joke. To make this pan-fried steak, she had plucked one of Xiao Gouzi Sixi's Wild Kong Sang Leaves and used it as seasoning.
The result had naturally been fantastic.
But if he wanted to eat a Kong Sang Leaf with every meal, sorry, not even an emperor could afford such a feast.
The sparse leaves on Xiao Gouzi Sixi's few Kongsang trees added up to fewer than twenty.
Once one was plucked, who knew how long it would take to grow back?
A thought suddenly struck Xia Chujian.
Right—how long did it take for